Category: Reflections

An article or even a full book on my mother, Asha Singh (I call her “Ma”), can hardly describe who she is. Having written hundreds of articles over the years, this one is certainly the most intense and no matter…

The year was 1981, and I do not recall the exact month – most likely in September or October. I was not looking forward to the dinner conversation that night. Having failed to dissect a frog in the biology lab…

Mothers day – it’s just not on the second Sunday of May each year… its celebrated every day of our lives – from the time we take our first breath onwards. Moms are always special and it’s so truly said…

How does life change over a period of ten days….and how after every visit to the ICU, we prayed that our dear friend recovers and recovers fast…. He was battling with second round of cancer for one year. Having won…